My hands dug into the edge of the mattress and my feet lifted up off the bed. Slap, Slap. Then it was gone. There was only silence. It was a dream tha... rivaled reality. The feelings, the sensations and even the tastes were so real. My camisole was pulled up over my breasts and my panties were down to my knees. My fingers were wet and spreading my pussy lips. The sheets underneath me were damp. I was licking my lips and panting quietly into the night. My heart was racing. I listened for a few. One of my collegues questioned if she realised we were deep in converstion about her so I took the bold step of holding up my beer glass, tapping the side and then pointing at her as I raised the glass higher in a salute. Her head did move and even with her eyes obscured by the large, dark sunglasses I knew she was looking our way. Our discussion continued for a few more moments until she ended the call and folded the cover down on her phone. Still sitting and with head facing our direction I. For now, my soft lips encircled the engorged cock head while I ran my tongue under the shaft, testing the sensitive area, putting myself in his position.Martin's hips jerked up, I stopped him grinding into my virgin throat by placing my hands on his powerful hips. I felt the warm skin and muscle tense, eager and ready to thrust deeper into my mouth. There was going to be none of that, I said to myself, and started to bob up and down over the throbbing cock. It was too big for me, but it felt. Grant, it's ONLY one week. Please?"The office was cramped, so cramped that there was hardly room to move. Sitting on the desk as Lou was, he was almost in Mary's lap as she sat back against the opposite wall. He could smell her flowery perfume, see the flush on her cheeks, the start of a tear at the corner of one eye.Lou rubbed his face with his right hand. "Mary, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do." But, Mr. Grant, I really need this vacation. Please! I'll get my work done in advance. I can.